My inmost being …

You formed my inmost being; you knit me in my mother’s womb.  My very self you knew; my bones were not hidden from you, When I was being made in secret, fashioned as in the depths of the earth. Probe me, God, know my heart; try me, know my concerns. See if my way is crooked, then lead me in the ancient paths.

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